Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[moans]
[Bean] Dad! Help! I'm trapped!
but I'm not.
Unlike my precious Freckles.
The last guy who teased you, you threw in a pit.
[groaning]
♪ Hey! ♪
I'm Broom Girl now.
It's all due to that goofy-looking wizard over there.
Repressed memories! [yells]
Okay. But I'm clammy.
-I don't know. -This is solid material.
Oh, Freckles, how do you always know when I'm having a bad dream?
He's not a wizard, he's what happens when you sit in the tub too long.
[man coughs]
-[grunts] -[Sorcerio] Ow!
He killed the sea monster.
-If you're driving, don't drink-- -[shouting] Excuse me!
Your words, not mine.
They even built a goddamn statue of me in the town square.
-I don't like this dream no more. -Me, neither.
For now!
What the hell?
But, Dad, we both know he's just a useless lump of dead wood, right?
as is what lies beneath.
-That's us… -Come on back.
[exhales]
Under the moat.
And perhaps a small raise.